#tw scary face

[nasty-doctor]

5 MARCH 2022

[help-im-a-gay-fish]

Killer...

So this is random, I guess I was in the mood to draw something in a new style? Ended up a bit Tim burtonish I like it! @yuriyuruandyuraart​ I drew spooky killer.

Original killer belongs to rahafwabas

[batman-katflap]

‘̷̢̛̮̜̄̑C̶͈͇͙͐͌̎̎o̴̪͚͙͋m̶̧̪̯̓̌̈́͜e̵̻͈̤̝͐͗̒͆ ̸̗̇̈͌̈́ḿ̸̢͙͋y̴͎̖̩̾ ̷̥̤̹͗̈́͠c̸̭̹͐̌h̷̫͈̪̅̚i̷͍̇̄l̶̢̝͎̄̓̑̋ḑ̶͖̜̰̀,̸͕̪͈̐͗̐̒ ̵̢͎̽̋l̴̼̽͐͆ḝ̷̳͍̓̆t̶͚͙̻͗ ̴̻̦̪́m̵̼̙̩̑́ḙ̷̯̼̯̄̒̔̾ ̶̨̨͔͓̏ą̵͙̉͝w̸̫͖̹͈̓̿à̷͚̤ͅk̷̯͍̊̽̓e̸̡̙͉̣͌ǹ̸̮͉͉̉͜͝ ̷̛̝̀̏͗w̷͓̬͠ȟ̸̠à̵̠͝t̸̨̜̖̿ ̶̯͐̄̀m̶̘͇̏o̵̧̬̝̿̃̾̏s̷͇͇̤̃̚͠t̴̠͔̺̒͒͝ ̷͚̥̙͍͊͐̅͝t̶͚̹̐̇͋́h̷̼́̾̂ȋ̶͙̼͘n̴͎̔̈́̾́k̶͔̏͗͝ ̴͚̰͚̹̓͒̚̕d̶̨͋̎̕e̸͔̫͓̩͂a̵͓̺͉̿̓̓͗ͅd̸̬͙͌́̕.̴̢̛̰̫͜’̸̹̜͍̻̉ ̸̻̣̣̫̆

From my Superbat fic Salinity. 

[queenmouseyy]

TW: Stare, Body Horror, Self-Harm Scars, Scary face (?)

My sona 🐁

[ultimate-snek]

me when i'm feeling particularly devious

[beebeedibapbeediboop]

Spooky season is almost there...who you gonna call?

[derpiedoxie]

OK I SAW @naffeclipse’s CRYPTED HUNTER AU CONCEPT AND I JUST LOVED THE SCENE THEY DESCRIBED SO MUCH I JUST HAD TO DRAW IT-

HERE’S THE LINK TO THE POST TALKING ABOUT THE CONCEPT

ALSO I AM SCREAMING CAUSE NAFF CONFIRMED THAT THEY’RE GONNA BE WRITING A FIC FOR IT IN OCTOBER I AM GOING FERAL

TW: Horror (<- putting this here just in case)

[even-disco-baby]

ESPIRIT DE CORPS  — The lieutenant is aware that you adore him. Painfully so. You aren’t exactly subtle about it.

Oh god. I’m not? Oh fuck.

Good! I wasn’t trying to be *subtle* about it.

Hey. No need to get personal.

ESPIRIT DE CORPS — Sorry, boss. His thoughts, not mine.

In any case, he is aware. Your adoration is plain for all to see, even for such an island of a man as the lieutenant is. Or once was, perhaps. And his own feelings toward you are… difficult to describe, but they are there. 

EMPATHY — Strong feelings. 

ESPIRIT DE CORPS — He doesn’t know if they can be called love, but it is a thought that has occurred to him. In a broad sense, they surely are love of *some* kind, at the very least. You are his friend. He cares for you. And…

HALF LIGHT — And he is afraid of you.

EMPATHY — And he is afraid *for* you.

ESPIRIT DE CORPS — And he is afraid for himself.

YOU — Afraid? Why?

INLAND EMPIRE — You know why. Do not fool yourself. You, with the scaffold of you all awry. There is no part of you that offers him sure footing.

ENDURANCE — Even your body… One way or another, he knows that he’ll probably be the one to find you dead, and it could come any day.

I hope it’s soon.

I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else.

No! I don’t want to do that to him…

Wait a second! Who said anything about dying?! I’m turning over a new leaf! I want to live!

PAIN THRESHOLD — Oh, Harry… You still don’t understand, do you? You’re already dying. You’re a miracle, really. You know you nearly had a fatal heart attack just from stubbing your toe in the dark this morning? It’s no longer a matter of if, but when.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY — Hey, you’ve always known that you were gonna be here for a good time, not a long time! The lieutenant ought to take a page out of your book, instead of being such a miserable, lonely old man.

RHETORIC — No offense, but I don’t think that the partying has made you any less miserable, lonely, or old. 

KIM KITSURAGI — Your partner takes another long drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke fill his lungs. He holds it there for a moment, then slowly breathes it out into the night.

ESPIRIT DE CORPS — He accepted a long time ago that this ritual may very well be the death of him, too. It’s a risk that he has made far more calculated by his rigid discipline. He would find it difficult to live without these small indulgences, but nearly impossible if he granted them too much power over himself.

And so it is with *you.* He can indulge himself with questions, imaginings. What it would be like to lower his spines and be a softer kind of animal. But he cannot give these feelings any more power over him than this, or it will be the death of him.

YOU — …Am I really so bad that I would kill him?

ESPIRIT DE CORPS — No. Worse than that, you would *change* him. You or anyone. To entertain the notion of true love as anything more than a pleasant, unattainable dream would be the death of the man that he has built himself into over the decades. He would become something so much smaller and more vulnerable. An animal with a soft belly exposed to the world.

YOU — Is that really anything to be afraid of?

HALF LIGHT — It is the only thing that there is to be afraid of.

INLAND EMPIRE — He is right to be afraid. The world is nothing but a series of patterns, so easily disrupted and changed and lost forever. There is no sense in any of it, no grand reason that makes any of it worth the terror and the pain. The world will swallow you both and then be swallowed whole. Après le monde, le gris. Après le gris… rien. There is nothing that either of you could offer the other to change this. In the face of it, your small bodies and your fleeting thoughts become so unbearably absurd. 

VOLITION — No. It is bearable. 

YOU — It is?

VOLITION — It is the only thing that there is to bear.

[mp100days]

008 - mogami

[purple-raspberries]

Cw: Scopophobia

Some spooky Wally face practice

[cannolicat31]

🩸🎆✨ " Do you like fireworks? " ✨🎆🩸

3/1 | It's Saito's birthday! 🎉 I'm a bit nervous to share these since they're VERY different from my usual cosplay looks, but I wanted to have a go at trying out a Saito cosplay! 👀 I hope these look okay!!! 😣

[threi]

weird coffeeshop au

[determunition]

my week 3 oneshot for scrybruary has been up for a couple weeks now, and i'm overdue in posting about it! this one was for the theme "day in the life/mundane", so of course i wrote about death p03 taking magick leshy to the backrooms

The oneshot, Just Your Average Afternoon, is as you would expect quite a bit sillier than the two before it: Under an orange moon…Leshy is spending the afternoon at the dilapidated shopping center that serves as the Temple of P03, Scrybe of the Dead. When the possessed collection of decayed remains and analogue machinery shows Leshy a broken texture in the floor that leads to an infinite maze of yellowed rooms, the Scrybe of Magicks is equal parts shocked and intrigued. But perhaps, on a possibly haunted disk rife with sentient characters and poor programming, such a phenomenon isn't quite as unprecedented as one might assume.

you can read the oneshot right here! i put on a lot of analogue horror video essays while i work so it was a lot of fun to play around with some of those tropes and references in this chapter haha

[buttercup-barf]

Had a dream about this game, and here's the closest I could get to replicating the title screen from it.

I vividly remember the game having one of those lineless pixel art styles with puppet/rig-based animation, but I tried doodling the designs in a style sorta closer to my own.

You play as an old lady, who's supposed to babysit a rich artist guy's... Daughter? Niece? Sister? And less than a minute after he leaves, she sprints towards you with the intent to kill you. You had to do a series of specific actions all over the house, while avoiding this girl, in order to survive, and then escape. I also vividly remember the game being 3,99 €, for some reason.

[umbrarkzoo]

For berserktober- 2nd prompt is brand of sacrafice- great time to redraw an old art- under keep reading

[daturagirl]

a kiss is the beginning of cannibalism